I am SO. STOKED. to see this movie.

Because he is a man who speaks my language, Bryan sent me this today:

When I was younger, around 16 and in high school, a girl in our choir program sang the song “Simple Little Things” from 110 in the Shade for a competition.  That was the kind of song that made all adult women swoon.  It made me nauseas. 

It sang about what a woman wanted in a relationship with her husband.  Frankly, it seemed too simple.  She wanted to press his blue suit.  She wanted to scratch between his shoulder blades.  Are you kidding me?  Doesn’t she want adventure?  Politics?  Money?

I am SO much more than that girl, I thought.  It was a pretty song, light and airy, but geez.. what a dork was she.

Last night, after a day that had me drained in every way possible, I sat in my bathrobe and watched my husband make fudge.  It wasn’t that I couldn’t make it.  It wasn’t that I didn’t want to.  It wasn’t even FOR me. (It was for a coworker today.) And I looked at him and thought, “This is what that song was about.”

When he makes fudge, the entire house smells like winter.  It smells like we just started dating, mixed with boiling sugar and butter, and I still eye him with that fascination.  Fudge always seemed so mysterious to me.  It was always a day’s work, growing up.  And he made it seem so nonchalant.  As if there was nothing mysterious about it.  Which, of course, made him all the more intriguing.

He’s spent several years doing that in everything he does.  Things that I can’t conceive of, things that I’d imagined only superheroes can do, he does with little effort.  He builds amazing sets.  From scratch.  He makes a mean chilli in under half an hour.  If I casually mention that something in the house is “acting up”, he fixes it.  Usually without me asking or even knowing, I will go to use that same item again and it will be perfect.

I’ve had the experience where things that I found amazingly romantic in childhood now seem incredibly moronic and unrealistic. (See: Romeo & Juliet, Once on This Island) But this is the first time I’ve actually had something that seemed silly in childhood become clarified in my adult eyes.

And what a dork am I.